This is a song about "Paper chasers"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I chill now...cop a little ice later

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

You know...you know who you are

Belly full of paper bills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Good love then i can do that for her

Paper boy make you a believer